Theurgy Attacks in Persona 3 Reload (2024): Yukari | Mitsuru | Fuuka | Akihito | Makoto V1 | Makoto V2 | Junpei | Aigis

Happy Halloween & Theurgy Anniversary!!

Setting Light into the past, for spells, ancestors and beyond.

Setting light is a common practice in a lot of tradition, spiritual lamps are used EVERYWHERE...so it isn't very restrictive to one tradition but as a concept that you can tweak your petitions and your intentions when you set it, I hope that people try it and report back :D

A candle burn straight down, but the light it gives off goes all the way and around. It goes forward, backward, and all around...That's how we are as human when we are "time" burns one way, but the light it gives off is all around. That's how time is, that's how our spiritual families are, that's how a lot of magical work should be, by reaching into the past. Even if I say this in a million way, don't do a candle spell to change the future, change the future by setting that light into the past.

The spiritual dead people who are connected with you by blood, by soul, and by actions are many and as many as the grains of sand in the world. To think of that it's only a backward motion is to only look at them as dead people not as people in different stages in their "life", the difference between them is the difference between an old person and a baby. Not much except time have passed. Really what you think of as ancestral predecessors are only what you see, hear, touch from your own "genetics" but if that was the only way we live, we wouldn't have spiritual heroes like the prophets, saints, righteous people, immortals, wanderer, hermits and so on. The world as we know it is only the tip of the iceberg for the whole "world" as it is. To assume that it only extend to your family is to assume that your family is only related to you by blood and nothing more. Your Ancestors from the start till today are all here and listening carefully to each letter you read, and each word you speak for they carry their weight for them as your words are the "scale" by which they can elevate and evaluate you, it's not a one-way street or two-way street, the streets and paths are endless as the street and paths in sand tracks, YES there are easily more identifiable ones but that's not important, what's important is that you go to each path and "Call" with a sincere heart and offer a sincere word, that's what really carries the Word not if this path is more identifiable than that path. Light, and it was there. To close off, instead of praying to someone to improve, pray to their ancestors, send your prayers of light to their "spiritual family", let it go beyond in time to the past. That's the important thing, there's a million way to skin a cat and reach Rome and this is my way of opening up a different approach to the petition and workings you do, REACH into the past and work with that. The past is just as malleable as the future, and the present is the only thing we "have" and can work with to influence all other points. Remember, Your future and past are two columns by which you enter the mysteries of the holy temple of God and Time. Let the Light go into the past and see it illuminate you right now. His light is like a niche in which there is a lamp, the lamp is in a crystal, the crystal is like a shining star, lit from ˹the oil of˺ a blessed olive tree, ˹located˺ neither to the east nor the west, whose oil would almost glow, even without being touched by fire. Light upon light!

I Dream Of A Witcblr Renaissance.

Witchblr back in the day was an absolute social mess. The cyberbullying was brutal to say the least. But it had a few redeeming qualities, it had solid information about magic(k),Witchcraft,Occultism, and Paganism. Witchblr back then may have been a bit rough around the edges but the Insistence on cited sources really made tumblr a great resource to start looking into topics of interest more deeply. Also Witchblr had some dedicated practitioners who were happy to help, if not a bit snobbish (myself included) we all had a lot of growing up to do. But could you imagine a Witchblr revival. Quality information, commitments to accountability and open communication, collective stance of anti-cyberbullying, the resources, etc

I like a good aesthetic as much as the next Queer Witch. However magic(k),Witchcraft, Occultism, and Paganism are not aesthetic, they are something you engage with actively. Witchblur once facilitated that even if a bit toxic but surely we have grown up by now? we could do it better then before.

The Story Behind My "Hymn to Sekhmet"

I was very surprised with how much traction my Hymn to Sekhmet has gotten… so I decided to share the story behind it. This might be quite long, but I think a lot of you would appreciate it.

I have been an eclectic pagan for most of my life. Heathenry was my focus in that sense that I worked with the Vanir and studied runology since I was fifteen. Kemeticism was my passion since childhood, but I was never formally a devotee. I pretty much worked exclusively with Set for most of my life. Our relationship is somewhere between father and son and student and guide. In the summer of 2020, I decided to finally set up a Kemetic altar.

It comprised of three statues and three candles on a small, very old nightstand and was otherwise unadorned. One statue was to Set, another to Bast, and the third to Sekhmet. I focused exclusively on Set and Bast for a while. I was afraid of Sekhmet. I read every book I could find about Her and they nearly all had one thing in common about a Sekhmet-based practice: if you cannot do it yourself, do not ask Her about it. That really intimidated me to the point I took Her statue down several times before it earned a permanent place.

One day in September of 2020 I finally prayed to Sekhmet with an offering of cold water. I felt a circular window of fire about 16 inches in diameter open up in front of my face just above my altar. It felt hot, like the heat of a campfire. I felt that She was looking at me. After a few seconds, the window disappeared. I didn’t interact with Her for a while after that.

In November of 2020, my dad was diagnosed with stage 4 pancreatic cancer. He was given six months to live and chemotherapy was prescribed. I was immediately thrust into the role of caregiver. I drove my dad to and from chemotherapy, gave him his meds and food, helped him to the bathroom, cleaned him up, and anything else I could do. I was awake for about 22 hours a day for six months, even with the help of a hospice company.

One night, when my dad was on respite (what hospice companies call when a patient is sent to a nursing home for a few days so the caregiver can recover), I felt… really bad. I felt alone, afraid, numb, and lost. Without any offering or formality, I prayed to Bast. I asked Her to just stay with me. I suddenly felt myself wrapped up in a blanket of what felt like bubblegum-pink energy. It felt like stuffed animals, cotton candy, a fuzzy quilt, and just… pure love. I later learned that this describes the higher heart chakra’s energy but to me, it was just Bast. She hugged me like that for about an hour until She decided I was okay, and then, very much like a cat, She left.

The days went on with barely any sleep, a lot of emergencies and scares, until one day my dad was finally asleep. It was around four in the afternoon. I was thinking a lot about Sehkmet at this point and Her domain of healing. It was very near and dear to my heart. At the time I was thinking of going back to school to finish my psychology degree and become a counselor. I took the time to get cold water in a nice glass and some fresh bread I had delivered that morning. I put it all on a golden plate I ordered for my altar.

I prayed to Sekhmet, solemnly and respectfully, naming Her Epithets and offering praise in addition to water and bread. I asked… that She let everything be okay and help me to be a better caregiver to my dad. The sad thing is, I was very hard on myself. I felt like I was not doing enough but I later found out that every nurse and social worker from the hospice company had, individually and separately, reported to the company’s administrator in high praise of me. I didn’t know then that some caregivers are really horrible to the point of neglect and abuse. I was doing the best I could in a situation that was out of my control and was given a level of praise that floored me.

After concluding my prayer, I lay down in my bed next to my altar. I was lying on my side when suddenly Sekhmet’s etheric body manifested beside me. I could feel it and somewhat see it with my third eye. She started to rub my back as I lay there. Her hand felt like the sun’s heat reflected off of water, a sensation I knew well from fishing in summer. It felt almost like fire but one that would never burn me. As She rubbed my back, I felt Her head come next to mine. I felt Her face, soft and bristly, next to my left ear as She began to speak words I couldn’t hear. I could even feel the heat from Her breath.

Unlike Bast, Sekhmet stuck around. She followed me everywhere for the next two days. It hadn’t really sunk in yet but I had received what, for me, was irrefutable proof of the Gods’ love. Set was with me my entire life, my teacher and friend. Bast and Sekhmet creaked open the door to theurgy a little bit more. It wasn’t until my Reiki Attunement ceremony that the door was blown clean off its hinges when over a dozen Netjeru physically manifested. During my Attunement, Bast held my left hand and Sekhmet held my right. By the end of the ceremony, the two were hugging me as I lay on my teacher’s table.

As I began working with the Netjeru in my shamanic practice, Sekhmet communicated something to me. She asked me to offer Her my pain and fear. And so I wrote that hymn on what was proving to be a very hard day.

I can never go back to a world where the Gods do not exist or do not love us completely, irrevocably, and unconditionally. My relationship with the Netjeru is one of mutual loyalty, love, admiration, and service. For all intents and purposes, I am a new Kemetic. I have studied Egyptology since I was seven years old and regarded Kemet as a far-flung home, a feeling that has never left my heart since it ignited there when I was a toddler. But that is a story for another day.

Well… that is my story. I hope it finds you well!

Dua Sekhmet! Dua Netjeru!

Image is “Sekhmet Devotional” by Valoreanthes. A Mother Lioness and Her cub, a side of Sekhmet far too often overlooked.

Exploring an exciting and unexpected synthesis which occurred between my academic and magical lives in the months leading up to the welcoming of my own ensouled statue into my cultus.

This post is a long one, including a rather beefy primer on the history of ensouled statues, their modern uses, etc. I have also included a reworked version of the theurgic ensouling rite proposed by the much beloved Jefferey Kupperman, working it into a gaulish cosmology.

I hope you enjoy and as always, thank you for reading.

Putting this in its own post

The actual let’s play series is nowhere near caught up to this recording we did last night (keep forgetting to edit lol) but this was so funny and intense and genuine I had to clip it lmfao

I’m the high pitched one that’s straight up screaming btw

A Pagan Goes to Church

On Christmas Eve, I did something I never thought I would do again but the inexplicable pull of curiosity told me I needed to. I went to my parents’ church for their Lessons and Carols Christmas Eve service. In the past, they always went to an evangelical Presbyterian church and now they go to some form of Anglican. My mother invited me the day before and asked me if I would go with the assumption I would refuse and for some reason, I said yes.

Any other year besides this one, I would typically scoff and give a visceral “no” as in “how dare you think I’d want to commit heresy to my good pagan name?” This year, however, a pang in my chest said “let’s go.” And I did.

In case you’re wondering for some reason, no, I didn’t find Jesus. Jesus and I are not at odds but I have spoken very heavily about how I do not wish to pursue a relationship with Him. He seemed willing to back down going forward. The only presence I felt was that of Loki’s – whom I usually feel in my day-to-day being. He was the one that prompted me to go, oddly enough, and when asked He told me “I wanted to see what all the fuss was about.” As in “why is this God popular and what makes this more popular?” Or perhaps He just wanted to see what makes this church different from all the others I attended before meeting Him as that was also my curiosity……

You can find the rest of this post here:

https://bit.ly/3N1m63W

"hail prince of hades. i bear a message from my mistress. she says, 'time flies like an arrow. fruit flies like banana.' go quickly and know that time is on your side."

(art from 2021 of my wizard, sorren, in the style of Jen Zee's work for hades.)

“Theurgy is ritual magic - but magic that enacts the will of God, not of the magician. It brings divine energies down to earth, elevating and spiritualizing the world of matter, including the very being and substance of the participants. Each time the believer takes part with attention and devotion, he or she becomes more attuned to God.”

― Richard Smoley, “Hidden Wisdom: A Guide to the Western Inner Traditions”, p.53, Quest Books

Praying with Flowers and St Justina. (Technique)

“If I am worth anything later, I am worth something now. For wheat is wheat, even if people think it is a grass in the beginning.”

— Vincent Van Gogh(Roses Drawing above by him too)

I am happy to announce this method of praying, communing, and working with flowers with the help/guidance of St Justina. I hope that this is a simple introduction and everyone would have their own ways where their relationship with the flowers would bloom and grow on with their practice <3 Now there's no restriction for this method, you can do it with a vase filled with flowers, with one flower, with a rose bush, or with any form of flowers you have but not fake/decor flower haha. Please don't feel restricted by this, and find it in you to try it over a period of time and see how it goes with you :)

Emphasis here being on your own flowers, vase, or even a rose bush. Start with a prayer from YOUR heart with it or you can use my prayer here: "Oh God, Divine Son, and Holy Spirit by the intercession of St Justina, I ask to be blessed and understand the flowers infront of me, to pray with them, and to understand their mysteries. St Justina, may your eternal faith illuminate the flower within my heart and let the flower before open my mind and heart to it's spirits and forces, Amen." Then pray from your heart, pray with the flowers, for the flowers, and so on. If you have a prayer book then you can use that, or just stand/sit infront of the flowers in silent communion between them. End it with thanksgiving God, St Justina, and flower and your guardian angel.

A pretty short writing today and I hope that people find the benefits of it over time and not something that would immediately strike down like a lighting bolt and appear for them. Give it time and consistency :) Try it and see how it goes with you. I pray with a sincere heart, that the gates of wisdom opens for you through this method, Amen.

Sunday's Afternoon Theurgical Invocation for Amun-Re

The point of this invocation is for daily devotion. I honor a deity every day of the week, and for Amun-Re, I worship Him on Sundays. This is an afternoon/evening ritual I perform before, and or after I do my silent meditation in honor of Him.

The goal is to become endowed with the Ka of Amun-Re or His "vital essence."

You can start by equipping the tools needed for an invocation. For me this looks like:

Ear plugs

Lighting Incense and Resins

Lighting tea candles

Employing a Gown and Shroud

Reciting Hermetic maxims as I undress and get into ritual clothing.

Once you're geared up, you may start the invocation by saying:

It is I [enter name or magical pseudonym]! May [name in 3rd person] rise in peace! May Amun hear my speech and arise in peace!

Then you may begin the invocation as follows:

You are Amun, Lord who is Silent.

You are Amun-Re, Lord of Thebes.

Who rescues him who is in the netherworld;

for you are He who is merciful, when one appeals to you!

You are He who comes from afar!

AAAIIIŌŌŌ DUA AMUN-RE AAAĒĒĒIIIŌŌŌ

[ΑΑΑΙΙΙΩΩΩ / ΑΑΑΗΗΗΩΩΩ]

O Lord whose form is unknown to the gods! Hear my hymns of praise!

The one who abides!

The one who is permanent!

You are He who created His self.

O Hidden One, may we be blessed to know just one of your many forms!

Dua Amun-Re!

ΑΑΑΙΙΙΩΩΩ DUA AMUN-RE ΑΑΑΗΗΗΩΩΩ

Invocation made by me; inspired by http://www.sofiatopia.org/maat/amun.htm & https://academia.edu/resource/work/240044

Barbarous words arranged by me; inspired in the moments of constructing this invocation over the past couple weeks.

Maybe I’ll post my morning Sunday ritual for Amun Re next week.

Decay Is an Extant Form of Life

for today’s entry to wiztober 2023, i’m posting something more akin to a theory than a fic. i just couldn’t make it work as a story.

apologies if this has been brought up before, and fair warning for discussions of terminal illness and eventual death, but. have we considered that sylvia drake might have had cancer?

like, okay, i’m gonna get a little pepe silvia here (…pun not intended, noticed, and then very much intended). but cancer is, to me, the most likely (non-magical) answer. consider who we’re talking about, here.

sylvia drake is a theurgist. a life wizard. and a massively talented one, at that, if she was selected to teach at ravenwood.

it’s even noted by those who knew her, such as gloria krendell, how strange it is that she was killed by an illness.

but no other, more nefarious explanation is ever stated, or even implied. she just… got sick. it was a cruel twist of fate with no one to blame for it.

part of life magic is renewal, and healing, and growth, and new things. cancer is a mutation — a new thing in the body — that grows like a weed in a garden, stealing nutrients from other living things. it spreads, and it flourishes. and, like decay, it is an extant form of life.

just, y’know. one that kills things.

but the first spell a theurgist learns isn’t the healing sprite, is it? life magic is just as capable of killing as any other.

I’ve just finished reading Patrick Dunn’s The Practical Art of Divine Magic. I couldn’t put it down. I did not expect a book about theurgy to make me cry.